Sleepy Fox Hollow felsic

Snorkeling was a skill Fancy had once learned from a mare who had travelled North from what she called the “hot lands.” A place where the earth was sandy, and where green riches grew beneath the river’s surface- high in nutrients compared to the dry desert grasses. It involved exhaling while snatching mouthfuls of grass from beneath the water’s surface, and while it did bother her nostrils to do so, the grass was just what she needed to beat her growing appetite.

Her sides had just faintly begun to swell, as had Selenia’s. No wonder she was more hungry than usual. It made her pleased to know she had conceived- though she did find herself growing irritable with the passing months.

She lifted her head from the water, breathing out with a harsh exhale as she munched on the river grasses she had pulled free from the riverbed. 

The heron that landed near her had not been noticed while she’d been groping about under the water’s surface, and she spooked to see it now, in her clearing vision. She cow-kicked lazily, ears pinned, more peeved that her surprise had cost her a few strands of river grass as she hissed Git! at it.